Irritation

Irritation like the buzzing of bees, their like tiny knives, tearing at my eardrums.

Irritation settling like dust that comes back every time you dust it, like microscopic insects finding their way home at the setting of the sun, their sullen murmur.

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Author: naomi

Student, likes learning about foreign cultures, shall not divulge anymore so my identity is not exposed!

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